The Mullingar Curse

It struck again...
I was chuffed. With my new front tyre, and my new wiper blades. With my Christmas cash from Nana. King of Road.
We'll, king of three kilometres of the road.
Then the engine light and the familiar shudder came together. Closely followed by my sobs.

The Mullingar curse.

Back to Hammill's.

And the waiting room of despair.

Thanks Pepe for the loan of your car.